Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ex-Wife's Secret: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

“Breathe, Victoria. Just breathe!” Elias's voice trembled as he clutched my hand, his knuckles turning white.I squeezed my eyes shut, the sharp, unforgiving pain ripping through my body. "I am breathing! But it hurts like hell!" I shouted between ragged gasps.The paramedics worked swiftly around us as the ambulance raced through the city streets, sirens blaring.“You’re doing great,” Elias whispered, brushing sweat-drenched hair away from my face. “We’ll be at the hospital soon. Just hold on.”Another contraction hit, and I let out a guttural scream. My vision blurred from the intensity. I could feel Elias shaking beside me, though he tried to hide it.“I can’t... I can’t do this,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my face.“Yes, you can,” Elias insisted, his voice raw with desperation. “You’re the strongest woman I know. You’ve survived worse than this, and I’ll be damned if I let you go through this alone.”The ambulance jerked to a stop, and the doors flew open. A team of nurses

"There's no name on it?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended as I stared at the bouquet resting on the hospital windowsill. White lilies intertwined with dark red roses—too precise to be a coincidence, too elegant to be random.Elias stood beside me, his jaw clenched. "No name. Just the note."I unfolded the small card he handed me and read the neatly printed words once more: Congratulations on your miracle. Not every story ends so sweetly.A chill crawled down my spine. "This isn’t a coincidence.""No, it's a message." Elias's voice was taut, heavy with suspicion. He was already in damage-control mode, the calculating billionaire ready to eliminate any threat.I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to steady my breathing. "Do you think it's Selene?""Could be," he said darkly. "She's in hiding, but she's never truly gone."The reminder was enough to twist my stomach. After everything we'd been through—the lies, betrayal, and nearly losing our child—Selene's shadow still linge

"Do you think it's real?" Victoria’s voice trembled as she stared at the email on Elias's laptop screen. The subject line was bold and threatening: Selene's Final Move: The End of Westbrook.Elias exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. "It has to be. Selene always had backup plans. She never left anything to chance."I leaned closer, scanning the message again. It was encrypted, originating from an unknown source. But the threat was clear—Selene’s allies were orchestrating a smear campaign against Westbrook Industries. False allegations of financial mismanagement and insider trading were already circulating."What are they trying to gain?" I asked. "Selene is in prison. How could this even benefit her?"Elias's gaze was cold. "Power. Even from behind bars, Selene would rather see Westbrook burn than let anyone else run it. And now she's using her allies to do it."A knock on the door interrupted us. Jackson, Elias’s head of security, stepped in, his expression grim. "We have a problem,"

"How much trouble are we in?" Victoria's voice trembled as she peered over my shoulder at the contents of the envelope.I exhaled sharply, my fingers tightening around the damning documents. "This isn't just about Selene anymore. We're talking about a high-ranking official tied to her schemes."Her brows furrowed. "Government-level corruption?""Looks that way," I muttered, scanning the incriminating evidence. "If this goes public, it won't just ruin Selene—it could bring Westbrook Industries to its knees and ignite a media storm no PR team can contain."Victoria took a step back, her face pale. "So what do we do? Expose them and risk everything?"My gut twisted. The stakes were astronomical, but staying silent wasn't an option. "If we let this slide, Selene walks free, and these officials keep playing puppet masters with people's lives. We can't let that happen."Her hand found mine, fingers intertwining with a strength that steadied me. "Then we fight. Together."I looked at her, th

“Elias, turn on the news. Now,” Victoria's voice crackled over the phone, urgent and breathless.I grabbed the remote, flicking the TV on. The screen filled with the image of a grim-faced reporter standing outside a maximum-security facility. Bold red letters scrolled across the bottom: Selene Westbrook Escapes from Federal Custody.My blood turned to ice.“How the hell did this happen?” I muttered, tightening my grip on the remote.“They’re saying she orchestrated it during a routine transfer,” Victoria said. “Elias, she’s dangerous. What if she—”“She won’t come near you,” I interrupted firmly. “I’ll make sure of that.”The reporter’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Authorities believe Selene Westbrook had inside help. Sources confirm that multiple guards are under investigation for their involvement in her escape.”I slammed the remote down on the table. The room seemed to close in around me, the walls buzzing with the weight of unfinished battles. After everything we had been thro